It's far too easy for the other person to be dismissive when you are not face to face.
Let's face it, if there's one good side to being a pasty faced, chubby Irishman with braces and useless reproductive bits, at almost 31 years of age, it's the fact that you can make people take pity on your miserable carcass.
So when ET told me she had a telephone appointment with clinic #1, I was not optimistic for a good outcome.
When they hadn't made contact two hours after the arranged time on Tuesday, I was even less so.
Eventually, they did call.
New doctor from old clinic number 1: So, what can I do for you?
ET: Well, your predecessor had mentioned the last time (that she told us to piss off) that if things didn't work out, we could perhaps arrange some further tests for November.
NDFOC#1: She did?
ET: Er, yes.
NDFOC#1: Okay then, let's do that.
ET: Er, what?
NDFOC#1: Let's arrange a laparoscopy for November shall we?
ET: Er, okay.
NDFOC#1: Okay then, call in 2 weeks and we can set a date for the procedure.
ET: Er, okay I will thank you.
ET: Yes, goodbye.
Simple as that.
Of course it could have been a hoax call and ET was talking to the cleaner or the guy who waters the plants.
It could be that the new doctor is 17 years of age, on some work placement scheme, and hasn't got an iota.
It could have been a daydream, a wild fantasy brought on by desperation that made her imagine she heard some good news.
Or it could be that hell has in fact frozen right over and a Dutch doctor has read our file and given some thought as to what is the sensible and logical thing to do.
There you have it, leaving aside the almost inevitable screw up they will make when it comes to calling them back to confirm the date, we have made some progress.
The timing, in November, is good.
It gives us a couple of more cycles after this one to keep continuing with project hump n'hope, we can continue to get used to the charting, and most importantly it's the safety net in the back of our minds that people are paying attention to the situation.
That's the real boost, and hopefully, we'll get to cancel it!
So in the end, this may be one of the better two week waits we've had, just don't mention the words incision, cut, anesthetic, surgery, scalpel or scarring.
It's not quite frozen over down there yet, but Lucifer has been spotted shopping for a duffel coat.